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Wearisome Thuds and Music Thru the Wall
Brown, red, cinder walls, sounds from down the halls
Walls so thin the sounds echo off the walls
Woken by someone knocking on my door
Hush! Listen! It’s the stranger from next door
I fret and sweat, I'm so very upset
Will he complain about my lazy pet?
Slowly, lock my door, not making a sound
Quiet snort and very slow turnaround
A peep hole look beyond the door he calls
With shawl over my shoulders, my pet crawls
A hiding place kiddy and I to pray
Good night I say that he will stay away
5/13/2016 Revised
Who's Your Neighbor
Brown, red, cinder walls
Sounds from down the halls
Someone knocking on my door
It’s the stranger from next door
I fret and sweat, I'm so upset
Wonder if he likes lazy pets
A peep hole look was a let down
Beer belly, short, dressed like a clown
Quiet snort and a turnaround
Lock my door not making a sound
9/8/2015
Sprinkle of grit in the creases of faces terrestrial
Depravity aided by YouTube love advice tutorials
Doll eyes gloss lips curvaceous torso ubiquitous
Entices spiceless meat frozen with unhappiness
Piled minuscule crystals emenate white vibrance
Pull unseasoned cuts to sea salt tumult violence
Dishes missing piquant rub their raw in welcome
Against uptown gusto, ditch wrinkled wearisome
Screen learned psychology reveals men on X- ray
Seduction refined script, - precise final edit essay
Melting snow merges with meat, stinging and yet
Mounts a powder poured alternate animal to zest
6th March 2021
(not for Contest, as didn't stick to syllable rule)
Nimble desires inimical
Conscience sounds a warning alarm
Free will adroitly pulse disarms
Nestled in bliss ineffable
Discord within and all around
Soul presence within body sighs
Our heart sinks, fallen from erst highs
Fierce winds abound, wherein soul bound
Wherefrom springs feral thoughts shoddy
Causation of hearts contraction
Clear light dawns in meditation
Knowing we are not mind-body
Delusion blocks spherical sight
Thus we indulge in narrowness
Failing to recognise oneness
This bondage is cause of our plight
Judgmental eye labels others
Respecting not each soul journey
Making merry, cease to worry
Embracing each, as our brother
Fleeting joy and pain will not last
Nurture tenderly, loving soul
Renounce wearisome ego goals
Ascension assured; die is cast
In, not within, life in motion
Ceasing to size, we vaporise
Pure heart, receptive to surprise
Each life breath, a celebration
Oh hermit, we are in a dream
Be still, in quiet surrender
Behold Gods delightful wonders
Enjoy the movie, as it streams
11-July-2021
Grief, for the heart who remembers,
Dismantles the silence,
With melancholic lights, softly glowing,
Restoring the music to the soul,
Who remembers, remembers the love…
Grief, for the love who consoles,
Stirring the voice,
His grace makes hearts whole,
Trembling, winds raising
Beautiful dreams, so amazing…
Grief, cold as ice, amazing,
Singing through the twilight,
Softly breaking, quiet,
Surrendering beneath shadows,
Rejecting words who blame…
Grief, destined to blame,
All the rhythms, restrained,
By the listening nature,
Who abides in blessings, praising
One who offers God’s grace…
Grief, faced with true grace,
Fades beneath the gentle,
Souls breathing hope,
Hearts who truly know,
Love has its own special glow…
Grief, wearisome in each glow,
Beckoning to those who know,
Without love, nothing can grow,
Without love, the light won’t show,
What it means to feel so low…
Grief, while it brings the spirit low,
Remembers that love,
It is love that that blesses the soul,
It is love that produces grief,
It is love that also brings relief…
Grief, through sorrow comes relief,
Reminding hearts to just breath,
Reminding souls to mourn,
Reminding spirits of love so warm,
This is grief that stirs tears, so wistful…
Grief, blossoms in the wistful,
Creating a knowing, a lost dream,
Despite the assurance that love believes,
Even in the winds of change,
There comes a hope that still prays…
Grief, while the soul prays,
Reminds the spirit that love is willing,
Love is brave and must be given away,
Love is the light we find inside,
The source of our life – His story our guide…
Grief, with Jesus as our guide,
Will be left behind, swallowed up by light,
Remembering the love that is still alive,
Love that comes from the very life,
That we grieve, because love stills abides!
Grief, whether it’s yours or mine,
Relieves the heart who suffers,
Wiping away the tears and hurt,
Comforting the soul with love that is,
Love that comes from the Son who stills….
Even the wind, the shadows, the grief….
He stills the tears with a gentle that sings.
He stills the fears with a serenity that believes.
He stills the years with a solace that means…
Even the seas know He is the relief of all grief!
It was such an uneventful day today
Tonight, I want to prove otherwise
To my Father above, but maybe someday
It's a windy night in the desert...walking tonight would be rather unwise…
It was such an unremarkable day
Tonight, I need to pray away the pain
That's been kept concealed in my heart of stone...I, alone, can't stand this dreariness - no way!
It's a windy night in the desert…I'm wishing for rain instead not to go down the drain
It's such a mundane time for me inside my cranium
It's a mind-numbing numbness I can't quite fathom
Stimulate me with your serenity and everything in between
I'm as dry and worn-out as dust on your clothing, left unseen
Banal words and worthlessness irks me at times like these…
I'm bothered to the extreme, so I want to let go of my worries
In the brisk desert breeze
To set you and I at ease
I've become wearisome and alone lately…
Frankly blind as well as smiling miserably
Please save me from my lonesome state of mind
Please give me back meaning in life, so I can find…so I can find...
Solace for my fragile feet to run to,
Happiness for my fingers to brew,
Progress to make and to freely undo,
And Peace for my hyperactive mind of rue
God will give it to me in due time, in due time
His kindness is as ripe as fresh fruit in its prime
But, this ugly sorrow is like grime upon my soul
You're still beautiful today and tomorrow as a whole
I'm sorry that I wasn't productive in this short life
I'm wanting freedom and liberty away from strife
I spent my time on my pleasures and foolish leisure
Instead, I should have looked up to You and be mature
I'm just a tedious, hideous and preposterous beast before the dawn; dusk is gone,
Left on my own in this castle, filled with coldhearted lies in which I feast upon
I made a good impression on the Lord this afternoon, doing nothing but troublesome ways...
I gave up trying to do what is right in the past like a buffoon, doing ridiculous tricks for silly praise
I am not a circus buffoon for all to simply laugh at
I am not a beast that is neglected and alone
I am not a foolish man or a reckless and dirty rat
I am just a boy who wasted time on his phone..
“I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.”
~John Burroughs
I stroll down the sun-dappled trail
under a tranquil canopy of trees
where the light uplifts my spirit
and the shadows soothe my soul,
The aroma of blossoming flowers
strives to set me free from
the restless nights and trying days
persuading my forlorn heart
to venture forth anew
on life’s long and wearisome ways;
Why then must I in anguish weep?
Why do I for heaven aspire?
~03/22/23
~Contest: Writing challenge 'N' words
~Sponsor: Constance La France
a dewdrop from a wandering bead
born in somewhere deep and deep in valley
asking the reason why he has to be born
dyed blue
in a moon
light
and thinking of the meaning of life
looking up at the countless stars
the dewdrop driven by the early morning sunbeam
that came climbing up the wall from the other side
of the rugged mountain came to a spring
being formed from misty beads and dews
that were born at dark of the night
and flow as a rivulet for the place somewhere in an unknown lowland
although a water bubble the transformed dewdrop drifts in the gathered waters
to a destination unknown
there was a springtime after cold shivering winds of the days
and ice to stand still for a while
because it carried time with it
and that was why birds twittered from the treetop
along side of a flowing water
then summer came with big strides
accompanying clouds side by side
throwing hot air to kill a cicada burned alive
under thick green tree leaves shrilling chirrup
and for nothing would permit water to stop or pause
no matter how wearisome is the water
it has to flow ceaselessly as if it's the water’s destiny
and while doing so
a reddened dead leaf falls on the water
and comes along with the water to the mouth of the river
where you’ll see the waves clasp with the edge of sky
at yonder horizon the great water the home of a dewdrop
born in one moonlit night
Cocktail parties are an entrenched American custom, I suppose.
A forum to spew inane babble and where the booze freely flows!
I've suffered through more of them than I care to recall,
And I try to avoid them like the flu - they drive me up the wall!
Alas, an invite arrives and a firm decree from my spouse ensues!
"We're going!" I didn't even have a chance to voice my views!
This one to celebrate some guy's retirement or something or other.
I wish they'd include me out - I have little time for such pother!
I retreat to a corner of the room with my drink to gaze about and pout,
But bless my soul, invariably a gregarious boor always seeks me out,
Regaling me nose-to-nose with tedious trifle I really don't want to hear.
I dodge and parry with him but he insists on bending my weary ear!
I strive to be tolerant when such occasions beckon.
And I'm reasonably adept at observing social niceities, I reckon,
But that uncouth, sotted boozer bent on a gargantuan toot,
Makes me a bit fractious since he also spilled hooch on my suit!
I've heard more about his kids and job than I want to know,
The latest obscene jokes and how his investments are sure to grow!
Thankfully, his spouse appears and notes his besotted condition,
And graciously rescues me from his boring, wearisome rendition!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
There are moments when I feel so alone,
Lost in confusion – riding out the storm.
Then, there are times when I feel so sure,
Comforted by the presence of Jesus’ love.
There are days when I can’t find real peace,
Times when I’m filled with discouragement.
But there are those days when I am so serene,
Aware of the hope that is poured from above.
There are moments when I’m not self-assured,
Times when I don’t know if I’m truly that good.
Then, come the times when I feel so confidant,
Those special days of feeling comforted and secure.
There are days when I don’t have any honest answers,
The times when I’m undecided, lacking sure thanksgiving.
Then, there come the moments of faith and conviction,
Being so certain that I know what to let go and what to give.
There are moments of anxiety and worry that plagues me,
Those times when I’m not sure I can allow real give and take.
Then, comes the sweetness of believing with my heart and soul,
Discovering the answers that can only be found in Jesus’ warmth.
There are days when I can’t feel the intimacy I know is alive,
Burning with passion that comes from giving from my heart.
Then, there are the times when I’m so fulfilled by the assurance,
Knowing that the grace of God is with me, keeping me from harm.
There are moments when I don’t know up from down, in from out,
Those wearisome times of despondency when I haven’t a hope at all.
Then, there are the times when I know that I have it all and more …
A love that knows no end, love from God, Jesus and the Holy Ghost.
His eyes tell the tale we can read from the lines on his face.
A long, wearisome journey with connections in many a’place.
Some must've been favored destinations, for their shadows are grooves, dug deep.
Or perhaps mistakes repeated; tear tracks carved in his sleep.
His smile whispers in parenthesis, a hushed, mischievous wink…the hash marks between noble brow not from anger but from how oft he'd think.
You'd assume the skin would settle smooth, being stretched so tightly over sharp bones.
Yet somehow it mimics the river flowing over and under stone.
Those pale eyes have shed waterfalls of sorrow and also delight…
He's seen his share of darkness, and still he stretches his chin to the light.